My dear,
my body loves thee with force so raw
that it results in thunderous roar
I hope you enjoy this fragrance of love
because my body will supply enough
to make you hold your breath
and hope it will stop
But when we spoon under blankets
and my cheeks will clap
there is no escape
from this violent applause
You know what Shakespeare wrote about love?
It fears no tempest,
so lets break some wind!